humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

A New Year's Diary Entry
Dear Diary, Happy New Year!! 🎉🎉🎉 I want to scream and shout and let it all out: “2022 is gonna be my best year EVER!”. And then lull myself into a self-care stupor for the ages so that I can finally be the person I believe I’m meant to be.
By Michelle Gillis4 years ago in Humans
The Power of a Creative Break
Hello Vocal! If I were at all apologetic for taking care of myself, I suppose this is where I would inform you that my sincerest apology was yours for the taking due to my rather long absence from updating your feeds. Certainly a writer cannot make her way without readers, and certainly she cannot maintain readers without giving them something to read! Thus is the essence of the writers creed I’ve bound myself to in so many forms of ink and blood; “Ass in chair, words on page. Repeat.” These are some of my favourite words about writing, and this continues to be my mantra as a writer, however, I’ve learned that the execution of said mantra is the art of which I’ve still much to learn.
By Hannah B4 years ago in Humans
The Watcher
The cool autumn breeze ruffles her soft amber feathers as the watcher surveys her domain. Others of her kind seek the warmth and familiarity of hay lofts or the forest. She prefers it here in the cemetery. It’s peaceful and quiet aside from the occasional sobs of mourners. The mice are plentiful, fat and juicy, and she sleeps well most days under a blue sky. It is rare that she encounters a human sadly trailing its way across the grounds before sinking before a granite slab and weeping. Most nights and even days really, the cemetery stands empty aside from its watcher.
By Erin Hensley4 years ago in Humans
Peace Of Mind & Mattresses Or How I Learned To Appreciate My Bed
There is nothing more important nowadays than our mental health, and our peace of mind. It is priceless. Mental health has always been important, and the Covid pandemic just emphasized how crucial it is to our overall performance as functional human beings.
By Jonas Casillas4 years ago in Humans
A Promise for Peace
Following two years of futile attempts to climb a hill with bloody hands and broken feet, I realized I was staring at a frigid, breathless mountaintop, meanwhile walking past countless meadows and shades of green blowing in the calm wind beside me. The common path of dirt and stomped grass leads straight with no spots to rest beneath the berry bushes gifted alongside the walk. If anything, thousands sprint so fast to be able to say, “I’m at the top!” they forgot to smell the sweet air before reaching an oxygen-deprived atmosphere. New Years reinforces that we get new shoes, get our hands dirty, and get ready to climb; this year I choose to walk barefoot among the earth, wash my hands in the streams, and sit down to feel the sun on my face.
By Melanie Dawn4 years ago in Humans
WHAT IS R.E.S.T., REALLY?
RESTORE ENERGY SANS TECHNOLOGY. It was a dark, almost pitch-black room we were required to access from a narrow hall of digital artwork. I had been there many times before, but the exhibits change often, so it was different this time. On the right side was a clay-like sculpture of seemingly distressed men. On the other side were these tall digital panels, from which flickering white lights and white noise was intensely emitted. There were several words in plain, white, pixelated text rolling quickly up and down the screens. Occasionally, words would emerge in red—creating a stark sense of contrast.
By Jessica Wheeler4 years ago in Humans
The Sleeping Beauty in a tormented world
A long time ago, when I was still young and restless, as a student in an old-fashioned private school, I struggled particularly with one of its rules. It harshly stipulated that "all lights must be turned off in the dormitories at 9:30 pm". I couldn't disagree more. I thought that it was such a stupid rule for a young person - and honestly, I still believe that!!! Come on, seriously?
By GABRIELA LUPU4 years ago in Humans
Red Eyes and Red Bulls
Red Bull gives you wings. I mean, that’s literally what the little blue can promises you. And in a way, that tangy and bubbly liquid does.
By Hailey Mills4 years ago in Humans
A realistic goal
Finding True Love. Travel More. Live a stress free life. What do all these things have in common? For starters these are all new years resolutions people try to make. Not only that, but they are also very unrealistic. Before you start calling me a negative person for saying this, let me tell you why all of these are examples of unrealistic New Year's goals.
By Tyler Brooke4 years ago in Humans
In my dreams, I'm wide awake
I've been having some vivid dreams recently. Not every night, but a few times a week I'll wake up to remember the smell of fresh bread at a bakery with cakes of a Willy Wonka level of creativity, the feel of a gentle hug from the man I have an unhealthy crush on, the sight of a kaleidoscope of colours and jewels, and the texture of fur on a queen's guard's horse. They come back to me in soft flashes, in warm sensations, that lull me into the dreamworld, and I long to return.
By Bow Wilcox4 years ago in Humans
Why are So Many American Insults Sexist?
What's in a Name? Motherf***er. B*tch. Son of a b*tch. P**sy. Whore. Slut. C*nt. Bossy. Spinster. I never considered the overwhelming sexism of everyday insults until my daughter asked me the other day, what it means if someone tells another person to 'grow a pair.'
By Lena_Ann4 years ago in Humans
Just Be F@ck!ng Nice!
There’s a reason that this has been in my bio on here for ages… because we all need to be reminded of it sometimes. I can’t fathom why, in the twenty-first century, we still need to be reminded about being nice. Why people are still treated differently because of the colour of their skin, their religion, their sexual orientation, their gender, disabilities, etc. We’re all human at the end of the day, just trying to live the best life we can, within the constraints of our social, political and economic restraints. I was lucky enough to grow up with a really diverse group of friends. One of my oldest friends, who I’ve been friends with since I was four, is a trans male. I love him to bits. Just as much as I love my Sikh best friend. As a cis-gendered, heterosexual, white female, I am so thankful to be surrounded by different cultures, because I cannot imagine how boring it must be to live within the constraints of one fixed ‘ideology’.
By Rebecca Smith4 years ago in Humans